Not far away, Lu Yinchu turned his head to look towards Nanxi and Li Weihuan's location.
Nanxi was crying, her shoulders shaking. Li Weihuan's body was stiff, clearly, he had been crying too!
He pressed his lips together. On the other side of the phone, Mo Yan remained silent. This call was merely an excuse, an opportunity for Nanxi and Li Weihuan to talk.
Temporarily setting aside his own self-interest, he let both Li Weihuan and Nanxi understand in this way that once many things are over, they can never be returned to.
"Director Lu, what is love in your opinion? Why do so many people get hurt beyond recognition, yet persist stubbornly in pursuing it? And then they get hurt again and again in a cycle..."
The moonlight was cold, the night was like water, the starry sky was dotted with brilliant stars, but this night seemed so bleak and desolate.
